"Jihoon get back here! Don't you dare lock that door!" The man bellowed as he pounded on the door, some shrieks and pleads were the only response he got from his sons. Well Seungkwan technically wasn't his son but he pretty much counted as such. "I promise I'm not angry, I just want to talk and set down some ground rules about you and your um friends -boyfriends I mean." He said in an attempt to placate the quite obviously terrified teens.

"No it's weird! I don't want to talk about it dad!" Jihoon shouted as he and Seungkwan remained balled up on Jihoon's bed, both hiding underneath the covers with bright red faces. Neither of them wanted to discuss how their boyfriends had clearly kissed them deeply before they left only to spite Jihoon's very pissed off father, and how both of them knew that the kiss was a little more thrilling than usual and left them a little more dazed than they'd like to admit.

"We have to set up some ground rules! I for one vote that you are not alone with them in your bedroom and that at no time they are on top of you in any way shape or form!" Jihoon's father yelled, "No kissing either! Or hugging! I want a metre between you and them at all times!"

The slamming of the front door silenced the three males. Jihoon and Seungkwan poked their heads out from behind the door as they heard slow and heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. The woman came to stand at the top of the stairs, hip cocked to one side and arms crossed over her body, mild anger adorning her features though it softened when her two favourite boys came and hid behind her. Their arms wrapping around her middle and then cautiously peering over her shoulders with wide and frightened eyes.

"I believe we should think about what the boys want, I trust them both enough to know they won't do anything stupid and that if they did they'd tell us about it." She ground out, pointing at her husband with an accusing finger. "If this is about that Seungcheol kid I forgive him, I know you heard him when he practically poured and then cried his heart out to Jihoon telling him that he was sorry and whatever else, and I know that they are both old enough to do what they want and that we should respect that."

"Yes honey I know it's ju-"

"And we will respect that, won't we honey?" She asked with vemon dripping from her voice, contrasting greatly with the sweet manner in which she cuddled the two teens closer into her sides. "They may come round whenever they wish and vice versa, just please let me know if you are going to be making out or having the gay in your bedroom I don't really want to walk in on that."

"Ma! Ma no! Stop talking about gay !"

"We should get you a sign on the door to let us know! Oh, oh, do you need condoms?! Silly question of course you, you can't get pregnant but you need to be careful. Hang on one second I'll be right back!"

"Please don't! Oh god no please!" Jihoon screeched as he dragged Seungkwan inside his room, his entire face turning bright red as he prayed that Seungkwan wouldn't repeat this event to any living soul. And he screamed in frustration when he saw that Seungkwan was already texting Hansol. When he tried to shut the door he found his father preventing it, foot in the doorway and body leaning heavily on said door.

"Jihoon wait I agree with your mother, it's important that we talk about this! Be mature about this!"

"Dad no please."

"Listen to us Jihoon, oh wait I know! Honey let's get Seungkwan's parents round here too and we can do it all at once!" Jihoon's father reasoned, grinning eagerly at his wife that was running down the stairs. Though his face dropped as he saw that his wife was holding a bundle of condoms in her hand and instantly fury flooded him, the desire to both protect his children and throttle any boyfriends that dare to lay a finger on them filling him to his brim.

"Oh god no." The Lee boy's chorused, however Seungkwan already had his phone up poised and ready to send the video to the other boy's while he chanted "Oh god yes!"

-

As Seungcheol lay on Hansol's bed he didn't think he could get any happier, he had his boyfriend's parents approval, his best friend beside him and a box of pizza nearby as well as one of Hansol's dogs by his other side. The large German Shepard nuzzling his hand, fingers running through her thick fur.

However when Hansol told him that he had multiple videos sent to him from Seungkwan he couldn't help the grin off of his face when he watched Hansol wiggle his eyebrows up and down, and couldn't refrain from sending his boyfriend a text asking him if he should be afraid. Though once Hansol had played the video Seungcheol was just sat there unable to move an inch due to shock, the other male was much the same. Hansol turned to him with his jaw completely slack and a look of pure disbelief.

The first video was just Jihoon's face, bright red as he stuttered, and then it panned out slightly to see said male attempting to force his bedroom door shut but his father was in the doorway.

"Seungkwan stop filming and help me!" Jihoon yelled. Locking eyes with the camera before glaring at something, presumably Seungkwan, that was slightly above the phone itself.

"Nah this is gold." A voice from behind the phone sounded, and it zoomed in in a rather unflattering manner on Jihoon's very irritated face. That was where the video cut off, but before Seungcheol could say anything Hansol was already playing the next.

Now it had flickered to Jihoon being sat on the floor by the side of his bed, presumably with Seungkwan next to him. The head of pink hair occasionally popping above the duvet, his parents standing in the doorway. It looked fairly normal to begin with, but the words that came next caused abrupt and high pitched laughter to burst out of both of them.

"Ma stop throwing condoms at me! I don't need them! I'm not having gay with Seungcheol we've only just started dating! Ma stop with the condoms please they're sharp they hurt!" Jihoon exclaimed as he ducked behind the bed and true to his word about three or four condoms flew across the room and the screen, Seungkwan was wheezing behind the camera as he practically screamed with laughter. The video ended yet again, and Hansol eagerly clicked the next little purple square and turned up the volume yet again.

"We're just trying to help you be safe for when you do!" Jihoon's mother countered with, the camera swooping back and forth between the two adults still holding a handful of condoms and Jihoon's terrified face.

"I'm not having with Seungcheol!" Jihoon insisted.

"Not yet you aren't." Both the pink haired male's parents stated, albeit Jihoon's father in a little more aggressive tone than his wife. Seungcheol couldn't help but become slightly nervous at how protective Jihoon's father was. Yet again the video ended and Seungcheol fearfully tapped on the next video.

"I think Seungkwan should be taking some as well! Hansol is way more handsy than Seungcheol is!"

"Um excuse you Jihoon don't flip this on me!" Seungkwan protested.

"Hansol is way more likely to get into your pants than Seungcheol is in mine!" Jihoon accused.

Seungkwan switched the camera round so it faced him and pulled a face that anyone could read as the first sign of an oncoming storm, he then turned it back till it focuses on Jihoon once more. "Oh please daddy has his hands all over you twenty four seven, and even had you up against the wall if I remember correc-"

The video cut off whatever Seungkwan said next, and Seungcheol and Hansol shared an equally fearful look.

The next video contained swearing so foul that even Hansol cringed, a few shrieks of shock and insistent denial. The camera jolting about as Seungkwan begged to be spared, however the last thing they saw was Jihoon's absolutely furious face before a hand flew towards the camera and all they saw was black as the phone clattered to the floor.

"I have, so many of the words, and the questions for that, I don't know where to begin, Hansol what words I mean questions are you going to ask the people, the Seungkwan and the Jihoon in the video?" Seungcheol spluttered, completely out of it as he looked back and forth between the phone and Hansol.

"I'm going to ask if Jihoon's mother gave them a large."

"Hansol!"

-

"No to my left Seungkwan, so your right -no no your right not mine!- no that's just an old sweet wrapper, try reaching further underneath the chair it's right at the back." Jihoon listed, trying to direct Seungkwan to the rogue missing that had flown behind his dresser. The entire situation was a little disturbing to say the least and it only got worse when Seungkwan suddenly sat upright and yelled in triumph.

"Ah hah! And a large, I'll let Seungcheol and Hansol know for future reference" He chirped like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. A pillow to the face was the only response he got and a very flustered face belonging to his best friend, looking like he was close to tears from embarrassment.

-

Seungcheol opened his eyes blearily. The warmth of the fluffy dog pressing into one side, his mind briefly wishing it was Jihoon. His muddled from sleep thoughts did register that Hansol did not have a second dog large enough and therefore concluded that either Jihoon was in fact draped across his middle like he so desired, that Hansol had gotten another dog overnight, or Hansol's mother had mistaken her son's bed for her own.

Or like many incidents from before Hansol had cuddled up against him in his sleep. Unfortunately no matter how cute the other looked he still had to wake him up, after all they had promised their boyfriends that they would actually come into school with the reward that they could spend time with them all lunch and for all of form time. However what the other's didn't know is that they planned on sneaking into all of Jihoon and Seungkwan's lessons and bugging them all day as well.

So he finally gave up on taking pictures which he would send to Seungkwan, and moved to rolled the other male over. But his attention was drawn back to his phone when he got a notification popping up saying that Seungkwan had sent him an image, then a message. Fearfully he clicked on the chat but instead of being shocked he was only pleasantly surprised.

The image was of Jihoon in bed, duvet covering his legs with an oversized grey shirt adorning his upper half. The neck of the top stretching out loosely to reveal his collar bones and one of his shoulders. Jihoon's pale arms wrapping around a white pillow, clutching it to his chest and his face was nuzzled into it, the pink of his cheeks and the peach of his skin creating a pretty contrast against the pure white.

' thinks the pillow is you' was the caption and Seungcheol couldn't fight of the unbearable grin though it twisted into one of disgust when he looked down and felt something pressing up against his leg. At least little Hansol was awake and raring to go.

Normally he'd just wake Hansol up and ridicule him for it for about an hour or two and then they'd roll up to school and either walk in to class halfway or bunk until lunch and go only to the classes they had in the afternoon. But now they didn't have time for that, yet he still wanted to embarrass Hansol as much as he possibly could.

So with a fiendish grin he took a picture of little Hansol that was tenting through his boxer shorts and captioned it ' thinks my leg is your ' before pressing send.

Though after he'd sent it he immediately regretted it because it suddenly clicked that Seungkwan might not have the same sense of humour as he did, and it was only confirmed when he got a snapchat from Jihoon which was a video of Seungkwan screaming at his phone and waving his hands about dramatically with that caption of 'I think you broke Seungkwan'.

It wasn't until the walk to school that Seungcheol finally admitted what he had done, purposely timing it so that by the time Hansol had caught up with him -he'd told Hansol while he was doing his shoes up just so he would get at least a fifteen second head start- the two of them were on school grounds, and the other had immediately clammed up and settled for punching and kicking Seungcheol silently.

The teachers on ground duty were too shocked by the known troublemakers being in school so early that they didn't even tell them off as the swaggered into the building, Hansol with bruising knuckles and Seungcheol with a limp and busted lip.

"Uh excuse me sir, I'm sorry but we've never been here early enough to learn your name, but like, we just wanted to let you know that we are actually here, we're just going to be in a friend's form if that's alright? You can ask their form tutor for proof if you want?" Seungcheol asked sheepishly, grinning and practically sprinting out of the room when the teacher nodded dumbly, Hansol following behind closely. The two of them stopped and paused outside the destined classroom, peering in through the window.

Neither of them wanted to overstep their bounds so they quietly walked in and took up chairs behind their boyfriends -though they weren't sure that was public yet- and smiled at the two of them. The other's shared a look, Seungkwan was pleased but Jihoon looked terrified, however the slightly happier male dragged Jihoon's chair round until essentially the four of them were sat at the same table.

The rest of the students in the form room were eagerly watching the exchange between the two unlikely pairs, everyone curious as to what was happening. And a collective gasp sounded from what happened next.

Seungkwan knew that Jihoon was nervous about this going public, the rumours about him forcing himself on Seungcheol or him being obsessed with Seungcheol had died down in fourth year, and so far nothing had been said throughout the few months they had in fifth year. Yet he knew that it was always in the back of Jihoon's mind, and how much he feared they would start up again, and judging from the glares Seungcheol was giving everybody in the room he knew too. Yet Seungcheol still kept his hand out halfway on the table, palm up and open inviting Jihoon to take it if he wished. A look of nervousness and faint hurt in his eyes yet he did nothing but smile up at Jihoon lovingly.

Hansol however was being his usual irritating self, flicking Seungkwan's forehead and kicking his shins, even going so far as to wrap his legs around Seungkwan's and literally tug them until the now panicked male was slipping off of his chair and gripping onto Jihoon for dear life.

Thankfully the pink haired male laughed, and anyone could visibly see Seungcheol relax and breathe a sigh of immense relief.

Jihoon, unlike Seungkwan couldn't bring himself to take the other's hand and hold it like he craved, instead all he could do was shift so that their legs rested against each other's underneath the table. And Jihoon tried not to feel guilty from the excited puppy look he got from Seungcheol from that action alone. He couldn't fight of the weight that settled in his chest when his apparently secret boyfriend slumped onto the desk, head resting on folded arms before staring up at him cutely, whining about how early he'd had to get up just so he could see Jihoon.

As soon as the other had spoken Jihoon had noticed the faint blood on Seungcheol's chin and without thinking about it he reached forward to cup the other's face, thumbing over his plump bottom lip with concern written all over his own features.

Seungkwan had grabbed Hansol's hand and was squeezing it for dear life. The entire class gasped.

Even after Seungcheol had tried to pull away with a blush on face Jihoon had grumbled under his breath, eyes flickering about the room and once he decided that no one was really paying attention he abruptly leant over and gently pressed his lips to Seungcheol's slightly abused ones. Said male instantly froze in complete shock before the biggest grin lot up his entire face, one that actually managed to split his lip open again and blood immediately dribbled out.

Seungkwan couldn't help but burst out laughing when Jihoon's face became one of instant panic as his hands fluttered about his now public boyfriend's figure, though his own face became one similar looking to Jihoon's when he felt wetness slicking his palm and he looked down in horror to find Hansol's knuckles bleeding.

Screaming his lungs out may of been a bad idea though as the teacher sprung into action and yelled for the two boys to go to the medical room, however Seungkwan felt like he'd remedied himself by forcing his and Jihoon's hands in the air when the teacher asked for someone to them both down.

So that was how the four of them found themselves crammed into the medical room with a rather displeased looking nurse who was getting increasingly more worried by how happy the injured boys were, Hansol slightly less so than Seungcheol who was damn near vibrating in his seat. His seat that he had insisted be right next to Jihoon, and the woman found herself unable to ask the boy to look at her one more time -he couldn't tear his eyes away from his boyfriend for even a minute- so the nurse found herself giving up, putting the med kit in the pink haired boy's lap and walking out of the room.

"Come on then babe, fix me up, wouldn't want it to scar -ow! That stings -mmph!" Seungcheol mumbled before Jihoon pressed a cloth against his mouth effectively shutting him up immediately, he still winced and fidgeted when the antiseptic glossed over his tender skin, not even on the open flesh yet.

But he was definitely enjoying having Jihoon that close to him, and how the other was studying his lips so intently. Given it was to clean his wounds yet he couldn't fend off the warmth settling in his gut. Nor could he stop himself from yanking Jihoon up and out of his seat -something that was becoming a rapidly reoccurring incident- and placing him in his lap. Jihoon did nothing but roll his eyes, wrap an arms around his shoulder with a palm cupping the back of his head to keep his still and returned to cleaning the other up.

"Well come on then." Hansol barked out as he held his hand out towards Seungkwan.

"Be more romantic you dickwad! Honestly I hate you and your stupid face so much sometimes." Seungkwan hissed as he viscously grabbed the other's hand and yanked it towards himself. Immediately regretting his words when Hansol huffed and retracted his hand, actually walking past Seungkwan completely and presumably heading for the door.

Hansol fist pumped in success at the devastated look on Seungkwan's face, although he did feel slightly guilty for putting it there. Nevertheless before he even got close enough to the door to grasp the handle he abruptly halted, spun on his heel, and essentially straddled the chair that Seungkwan was sitting on. The other's back flush against his front, and his generally smaller frame within Hansol's slightly larger one. With hands around his boyfriend's waist he could help but teasingly say "I have a stupid face? I thought I was hot as , isn't that what I am in your phone?"

"You're such a ." Seungkwan grumbled though he was practically beaming, he carefully unwrapped Hansol's hands from his waist and gently began cleaning the open cuts across his knuckles and fingertips. But he paused halfway through because a sort of sickening feeling in his stomach, before he had only been mildly worried about Hansol and his rather aggressive pastimes, but now they scared him a while lot more.

Wincing Hansol cursed under his breath because Seungkwan was nearly crushing his wrists within his hands, although he could easily guess why and he turned his head until his lips met a soft cheek. "It was this morning, when I punched Seungcheol for sending you that picture.' Hansol mumbled shyly, guiltily almost. Laughing at the kicked puppy look crossing Seungcheol's features when Jihoon glared at him and hurriedly removed himself from the taller's lap.

"So we're sat here worried as hell because your both busted up, but it turns out you did this to each other?!" Jihoon shouted, folding his arms over his chest. Seungkwan mirroring the same action.

"Uh maybe?" Seungcheol admitted with his head hung low, crumbling under Jihoon's weighty stare.

Ignoring the protests Jihoon and Seungkwan walked out of the medical room arm in arm, also ignoring the strange look that the nurse gave them as they went past. It was half way between relief and suspicion, and they didn't really want to find out why the woman practically beamed when she saw the two delinquents freshly bandaged and cleaned. Or why she gave them a thumbs up.

Jihoon didn't see Seungcheol again until it was their last class of the day, well he didn't actually see him, he only saw a picture of a pouting Seungcheol followed by an assault of texts at about twenty minutes until class ended.

From Seungcheollie:
I miss youuuuu!

From Seungcheollie:
What class are you in? I'm ditching to come and find you

From Seungcheollie:
If you don't tell me I'll storm in every classroom professing my undying love for you until I find you

From Seungcheollie:
Oh wait never mind you have art with Hansol I'm on my way

Jihoon had barely finished reading the last text when he heard footsteps coming down the corridor, floating through the open door to the large, surprisingly empty and well lit art room.

There were only about ten students in that class, Hansol had glued himself to his side and Jihoon was taking advantage of both his height and his Seungkwan like humour. He found himself easily slipping into a mildly offensive conversation where they would either rag on Seungcheol and Seungkwan or tell the other rather embarrassing stories about their boyfriends. Jihoon only told him the worst ones in exchange for going and getting things for him.

There were a group of girls that kept to only one corner, the one with windows on both sides where they sat and drew each other or flowers usually, two of them were actually very good and the one that was just average made up for it because she often sang as she worked. And her voice was beautiful.

An additional five boys to Hansol and himself were in the mess room as the students had dubbed it, it was a a smaller classroom, unable to even fit more than two tables in it as its sole purpose was for people to make mess in it. Each morning the technician would place newspaper all over the floor and tables, ready for whatever damage either paint, charcoal, or clay could do to the battered room that day. Overalls hung in rows behind the door but people rarely ever used them. As students like Jihoon could never find any small enough so they settled for removing their jumpers and ties and hoping for the best.

But today as usual the girls were tucked away, the boys creating havoc in the mess room and the teacher no where in sight as heavy footsteps sounded from the corridor. And without even thinking about it Jihoon was underneath the table in less than a second, Hansol desperately trying to stifle his laughter as he watched Jihoon crawl underneath about three thankfully empty tables until he opened a cupboard and clambered within it. Sending a fearful look to Hansol before he shut the door behind him.

The darkness in the cupboard didn't bother Jihoon, nor did the small space, strangely enough he'd actually hidden in there before but that was another story. However this time he had the joy of listening to Seungcheol whine and rant through the door, slightly muffled but he couldn't stop laughing at how childish Seungcheol sounded. Couldn't help but blush when he heard the muffled voice saying "It's not fair, I've had one kiss today! One! And I only saw him for like half an hour in form he's been hiding from me all day."

Jihoon did feel guilty for avoiding his boyfriend, but the snarky words and comments he remembered from his past sent chills of fear down his spine, yet he wanted everyone to know that he was Seungcheol's and vice versa. But apparently his decision was made for him when the cupboard opened and he could only sheepishly grin at very annoyed looking Seungcheol. "You've been hiding from me, why?" He asked, with a raised brow as he pushed his sleeves up to his elbows, arms reaching into the cupboard and huffing when Jihoon sunk back further into it. Instead of crouching he sat on the floor cross legged, not saying anything just waiting.

"I'm worried about the rumours. They got really nasty in fourth year but no one has said anything this year and I'm scared, I know I shouldn't be but I am and I'm sorry for that." Jihoon clarified, balling himself up. "The fact that people know we're dating doesn't bother me, it's the people that say I'm obsessed with you, stalking you, claiming that I watch you in changing rooms and . I'm scared that either the rumours will scare you off or people will think I'm tricking you into dating me, or that you're dating me out of pity."

"Oh Jihoon, come here." Seungcheol cooed and breathed a sigh of relief as Jihoon crawled out of the cupboard, given he still sat within it but he hand placed his hands gently in Seungcheol's open ones and that was enough for him. "How about we turn this on the flip side, everyone thinks you're the one that's super into me right? Then for a few weeks at school I'll be super flirty and spoil you and you can be the one playing hard to get?" He concluded, pride filling him when Jihoon's face burst into one of happiness and he though to himself that he couldn't get any happier than when Jihoon flung himself out of the cupboard and threw his arms around Seungcheol tightly.

And for the fourth time in two days Jihoon ended up blushing in Seungcheol's lap, though this time he didn't stay there for long as he quickly stood and sat back down next to Hansol and picked up his paintbrush once more. But before he could put the pale pink paint to paper Seungcheol was pressed against his side once more, chin on his shoulder and a smirk on his face.

"Oh hi Seungcheol, your best friend here, don't mind me, just ignore me for Jihoon it's fine" Hansol shouted, startling them both. Jihoon was fumbling apologies, however Seungcheol shushed Jihoon and said it was part of their plan.

"Sorry mate, just can't keep my eyes off of this one here." Seungcheol purred, fully aware of the people watching their little exchange. He even went so far as to raise Jihoon head, thumb running over the other's jawline.

"G-get off of me!" Jihoon stammered, though he wasn't blushing purely for show.

"Only if you tell me your name pretty boy" The commanding voice washed over Jihoon and he nearly melted then and there on the spot, but the challenge in Seungcheol's eyes reminded him that he couldn't.

"It's Jihoon?"

"Jihoon? Don't worry soon enough it'll be mine instead. But anyways, Jihoon as in the same one that I rejected a few years ago? My how the tables have turned, now you've gotten insanely hot and are rejecting me instead. But that won't last for long, trust me Jihoonie, I will have you." Seungcheol promised, lowering his head until his nose brushed Jihoon's.

"I'd like to see you try. Now if you don't mind if your going to crash my lesson the least you can do is work." He hissed, surprised by the venom in his voice and proud of it at the same time. And before his new found confidence could leave him he shoved Seungcheol in the chest to push the other away, laughing when he fell out of the chair.

The phrase 'two can play that game' ran through Seungcheol's mind as he glared at Jihoon from his new position on the floor, determination to wipe that smug look off of the other's face fuelling his actions. And within seconds he found himself sitting on Jihoon's table, legs resting on either side of Jihoon's body essentially trapping the male within his limbs. "But I'd much rather do you instead."

"Too bad." Jihoon growled as he stood, slamming his palm down on the table frighteningly close to Seungcheol's crotch before he began grabbing his things and cleaning out his art supplies. He only time he looked back at Seungcheol was as he was walking out the door, throwing in a subtle wink for good measure as well as he mouthed the words 'text me' to the stunned male. Seungkwan was already at the end of the corridor, though he ran to get a look at Seungcheol's stunned expression before coming back to Jihoon and congratulating him for being the only one in the history of the school to put Choi Seungcheol in his place. And Jihoon absolutely loved it.

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FICTIONAL MOTHER JIHOON SAYS HAVE SAFE GUYS *THROWS CONDOMS AT YOU*

but like meh, nothing particuarly special this chapter, just some fluff kind of eh, next chapter will be better and more interesting I promise

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